GoddessLSD-XTC
Bluelighter
This is a repost, I deleated the first one because I felt embarrased. I changed a few things.
An ex-BF called after NOT seeing me since Thanksgiving. Said he wanted to go on a date. Told him there was a seasonal Burlesque show at a Lesbian/Roller Derby bar, near the university. He arrived at nine, show started at 10:30 we wanted to arrive at 10 'cause all the seats were sold out -- standing room only.
At about 9:30 I popped a clear, medium-sized capsule, of pharmaceutical grade E (or so the person who sold it to me said), left over from the summer. Inside the clear capsule there was two different substances. Half of the capsule’s contents were white or brownish-white with a few brown specks. The other half was kind of yellowish. It cost $30.
I think there was something like date-rape drug in it. Next time I get a capsule like that I want to drink it in water and see if it turns blue. I read that Rohypnol turns blue in drinks or makes the drinks turn blue. Or maybe this stuff was just real powerful. I didn’t feel sleepy or drunk but alive, vital, vibrating, HOT, aroused.
I once had Rohypnol with a Margarita because a BF wanted me out of the way so he could have sex with a friend of mine, which is okay, everything happens for a reason. The next morning I figured the Tequila must have been 200 proof ‘cause I never pass out drinking four times as much Vodka. That was my first Margarita.
This cap was four times as powerful as the dose of MDMA I took with LSD several years ago. The LSD-XTC gave me so much energy that after attending an all-night rave, I ran from my hotel room over the Golden Gate Bridge (San Francisco) and back (about 14 miles) stopping on the bridge to watch the sun rise over the Oakland hills. (This was when I ran four miles daily.)
After 20 minutes, the effects started coming on. As we were walking to the club from the car, I told him, while finding a position to hold his hand, "I'm totally in your hands."
I told him to get me a double screwdriver while I went to pee. That was a BIG mistake, I should have ordered a plastic bottle of water with a straw (so I wouldn't muss up the lipstick or worry about dropping my drink). Part of the problem was, I had no where to put my drink, there was no place to sit down and chill out and, I was wearing heels.
We found an excellent place to stand. Soon thereafter, at 10:30 the show started. I already saw it a few daze ago. There's about a dozen dancers, some of whom sing, others put on silly skits, they all stripped to pasties and panties.
I don't remember a thing. Couldn't understand or see the ppl. Stage lights were flashing, pulsing, the audience clapped rapidly and the laughter sounded canned. I think my heart was beating rapidly too. The only other thing I remember (but see below) was me rapidly rubbing his fluffy, professionally styled hair and spine.
I'm always afraid the show will bomb (I always attend their shows) and was afraid the show wasn’t going well but I couldn’t tell. I felt if I left, I’d be letting the dancers down. (The bartenders and some of the dancers have seen me before.)
Last time I was there I sat in the front row tossing each dancer $5, I wrote a blog of the show saying I almost felt like dancing to the “Sugar Plum Fairies” during intermission and, I clapped and smiled wildly.
You have to be pretty drunk/stoned to enjoy it. The dancer's bodies aren't as nice as at some of the topless clubs but the burlesque dancers have more talent. Many of them were probably ex strippers.
So for three hours I didn't move, didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t enjoying the show ‘cause I was sooooo out of it!
In retrospect, I think I would have enjoyed having sex. He told me the next day that we stayed for almost the whole show. (Unbelievable but must have been true.) We left at about 1am after he got a call from the hospital (or so he said -- someone called him 'cause I remember the call) that his mother, who is in a nursing home/hospice, had another stroke. He dumped me off at home.
I don't remember walking to his car or getting inside my house but there I was, alone. After realizing what happened I called his cell phone asking, "Who was the girl you left me for?!" He said he was at the hospital.
It was about 2 pm, I listened to some tunes, loud, danced alone and went to bed at 4.
The next day, my birthday, December 24th, I woke up at 8am still high, euphoric or in love, which lasted for the rest of the day and, for the first time I noticed that my heart was beating rapidly.
He called me at 5:30 am Christmas. Told me he was in Los Angeles getting back a $3000 ring he gave a Meth/Crack whore, who was living with him and another girl. He told me he got back from the hospital at 4 am, went home and headed off to L.A.
I told him: If you gave one of those to me at a sex club I’d fuck the whole room. This maybe the ultimate sex drug.
An ex-BF called after NOT seeing me since Thanksgiving. Said he wanted to go on a date. Told him there was a seasonal Burlesque show at a Lesbian/Roller Derby bar, near the university. He arrived at nine, show started at 10:30 we wanted to arrive at 10 'cause all the seats were sold out -- standing room only.
At about 9:30 I popped a clear, medium-sized capsule, of pharmaceutical grade E (or so the person who sold it to me said), left over from the summer. Inside the clear capsule there was two different substances. Half of the capsule’s contents were white or brownish-white with a few brown specks. The other half was kind of yellowish. It cost $30.
I think there was something like date-rape drug in it. Next time I get a capsule like that I want to drink it in water and see if it turns blue. I read that Rohypnol turns blue in drinks or makes the drinks turn blue. Or maybe this stuff was just real powerful. I didn’t feel sleepy or drunk but alive, vital, vibrating, HOT, aroused.
I once had Rohypnol with a Margarita because a BF wanted me out of the way so he could have sex with a friend of mine, which is okay, everything happens for a reason. The next morning I figured the Tequila must have been 200 proof ‘cause I never pass out drinking four times as much Vodka. That was my first Margarita.
This cap was four times as powerful as the dose of MDMA I took with LSD several years ago. The LSD-XTC gave me so much energy that after attending an all-night rave, I ran from my hotel room over the Golden Gate Bridge (San Francisco) and back (about 14 miles) stopping on the bridge to watch the sun rise over the Oakland hills. (This was when I ran four miles daily.)
After 20 minutes, the effects started coming on. As we were walking to the club from the car, I told him, while finding a position to hold his hand, "I'm totally in your hands."
I told him to get me a double screwdriver while I went to pee. That was a BIG mistake, I should have ordered a plastic bottle of water with a straw (so I wouldn't muss up the lipstick or worry about dropping my drink). Part of the problem was, I had no where to put my drink, there was no place to sit down and chill out and, I was wearing heels.
We found an excellent place to stand. Soon thereafter, at 10:30 the show started. I already saw it a few daze ago. There's about a dozen dancers, some of whom sing, others put on silly skits, they all stripped to pasties and panties.
I don't remember a thing. Couldn't understand or see the ppl. Stage lights were flashing, pulsing, the audience clapped rapidly and the laughter sounded canned. I think my heart was beating rapidly too. The only other thing I remember (but see below) was me rapidly rubbing his fluffy, professionally styled hair and spine.
I'm always afraid the show will bomb (I always attend their shows) and was afraid the show wasn’t going well but I couldn’t tell. I felt if I left, I’d be letting the dancers down. (The bartenders and some of the dancers have seen me before.)
Last time I was there I sat in the front row tossing each dancer $5, I wrote a blog of the show saying I almost felt like dancing to the “Sugar Plum Fairies” during intermission and, I clapped and smiled wildly.
You have to be pretty drunk/stoned to enjoy it. The dancer's bodies aren't as nice as at some of the topless clubs but the burlesque dancers have more talent. Many of them were probably ex strippers.
So for three hours I didn't move, didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t enjoying the show ‘cause I was sooooo out of it!
In retrospect, I think I would have enjoyed having sex. He told me the next day that we stayed for almost the whole show. (Unbelievable but must have been true.) We left at about 1am after he got a call from the hospital (or so he said -- someone called him 'cause I remember the call) that his mother, who is in a nursing home/hospice, had another stroke. He dumped me off at home.
I don't remember walking to his car or getting inside my house but there I was, alone. After realizing what happened I called his cell phone asking, "Who was the girl you left me for?!" He said he was at the hospital.
It was about 2 pm, I listened to some tunes, loud, danced alone and went to bed at 4.
The next day, my birthday, December 24th, I woke up at 8am still high, euphoric or in love, which lasted for the rest of the day and, for the first time I noticed that my heart was beating rapidly.
He called me at 5:30 am Christmas. Told me he was in Los Angeles getting back a $3000 ring he gave a Meth/Crack whore, who was living with him and another girl. He told me he got back from the hospital at 4 am, went home and headed off to L.A.
I told him: If you gave one of those to me at a sex club I’d fuck the whole room. This maybe the ultimate sex drug.
